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LE OF THE PLAINS
Randall, Paddish- •
■Author Of“My Lady Gf The South!"
‘When Wilderness Was King, Etc,Etc
Illustrations By DearbothHelviix-
(Copyright, A. C.
8YNOPSI3.
McClurg & Co.. 1910.)
Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
■tler plainsman, is looking for roaming war
■parties of savages. He sees a Wagon team
at full gallop pursued by men on ponies.
When Keith reaches the wagon the raid-
ers have massacred two men and de-
parted. He searches the victims finding
papers and a locket with a woman s por-
trait. Keith is arrested at Carson City,
charged with the murder, his accuser be-
ing a ruffian named Black Bart. A negro
companion In his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew the Keiths In Virginia. Neb
says one of the murdered men was John
Sibley. the other Gen. Willis Waite, form-
erly a Confederate officer. The plainsman
ana Neb escape, and later the fugitives
come upon a cabin and find its
to be a young girl, whom Keith thinks
be saw at Carson City. The girl explains
that she is In search of a brother, who
had deserted from the army, and that a
Mr, Hawley induced her to come to the
cabin while he sought her brother. Haw-
ley appears, and Keith In hiding recog-
nizes him as Black Bart. There is a ter-
rific battle in the darkened room in which
Keith is victor. Horses- are appropriated,
and the girl who says that her name is
Hope, Joins in the escape. Keith explains
his situation and the fugitives make for
Fort Larned, where the girl is left with
the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that
*he is the daughter of General Waite.
Keith and Neb drift into Sheridan, where
Keith meets- an old friend. Dr. Falrbaln.
Keith meets the brother of Hope Waite,
under the assumed name of Fred Wil-
loughby, and becomes convinced that
Black Bart has some plot involving the
two. Hope learns that Gen. Waite, who
was thought murdered. Is at Sheridan,
and goes there, where she is mistaken for
Christie Maclaire. the Carson City singer
Keith meets the real Christie Maclaire
and finds thaX Black Bart has convinced
her that there is a mystery In her life
which he is going to turn to her advan-
tage. The plainsman tells Hope Waite of
her resemblance to Christie Maclaire.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
hola the key to the situation. Keith finds
Willoughby shot dead. Hope Is told of
■the death of her brother. Keith falls to
learn what representations Black Bart
has made to Christie Maclaire. Hope
suggests that In order to learn the secret
-she must briefly Impersonate the stage
-Steiger. Dr. Falrbaln Is In love with
Christie Maclaire and Keith induces him
to detain her from the stage while Hope
.goes to the theater where she meets
Black Bart, who, thus deceived, tells
Hope that General Waite has suspected
his plans and that they must fly. Hope,
greatly alarmed, demurs. General Waite
appears and says Black Bart has stolen
papers from him regarding an Inheri-
tance. Keith is Informed that Christie
Maclaire’s real name is Phyllis Gale and
•that she is the half sister of Hope. The
latter has been carried away by Black
Bart and his gang. Dr. Fairbaln avows
his love for-Phyllis and she accepts him.
Keith and his friends strike the trail of
Black Bart. They find Hope has been fa-
lien back to the old cabin. The wilderness
cabin Is the scene of a fight In which
■Outlow enemies.
CHAPTER XXXV.—(Continued.)
“It’s the Indian.” he said gpimly,
“Sanchez must ’a' mistook him fer
one of us, and shot the poor devil."
And Sanchez himself is out yonder
on that sand-pit,” and Keith pointed;
then lifted.his voice to fnake it carry
-across the stream. “Come on 6ver,
Doctor, you and Neb. We’ve got the
sang. Bring that body out there
•along with you.”
The “Bar X” man waded out to
help, and the three together laid the
-dead Mexican outlaw on the bank, be-
side the Indian he had shot down in
his effort to escape. Keith stood for
a moment bending low to look curi-
ously into the dead face—wrinkled,
scarred, still featuring cruelty, the
thin lips drawn, back In a snarl. What
scenes of~horror those eyes had gazed
upon during fifty years of crime;
what suffering of men, women, chll-
•dren; what deeds of rapine; what ex-
amples of merciless bate. Juan
-Sanchez!—the very sound of the name
made the blood run cold. “Dead or
alive!” Well, they had him at last—
<lead; and the plainsman shuddered,
as he turned away.
Taking Fairbaln with him and has-
tily reviewing late occurrences to him,
-Keith crossed over to the corral, real-
izing that their work—his work—was
not wholly done until Hawley had
•been located. With this quest In mind
he strode straight to the black-beard-
•ed giant who had guarded Hope from
Sheridan.
“What is your name?” he asked
aharply.
The man looked up Bcowling.
“Hatchett,” he answered gruffly.
“Well, Hatchett, I am going to ask
you a question or two, and advise you
to reply just about as straight as you
know how. I am In no mood to-night
for any foolishness. Where is ‘Black
Bart' Hawley?”
“How In Jell should I know?”
“You do know, Just the same. Per-
haps not to an Inch, or a mile, hut
you know near enough where he Is,
nod where he has been since you left
Sheridan.”
“If I do. I’m damned If I’ll tell you.”
“No? Well now, Hatchett, listen to
me.” and Keith’s voice had In it the
click of a steel trap. “You'll either
answer, and answer straight, or we’ll
aang you to that cottonwood in about
live minutes. If you want a chance
'or your miserable life you answer
me. We have our way of treating your
kind out, in this country. Sit up. you
-rule! -Now where did Hawley go aft-
ir he Jett you?"
To Fort Larned.”
‘ Alter those fresh horses?”
" V es.”
“lie didn’t bring them to you; 1
know rlttit. Where has he been since?"
Topeky and Leavenworth,"
Ticw do you know?”
"iie writ me a note-the boss herder
t. ought.”
— ’» land it over.”
Keith took the dirty slip of paper
• ..i man reluctantly extracted from
celt, and Falrbaln lit matches
v. h -ie he ran his eyes hastily over the
lines. As he ended he crushed the
paper between his fingers, and wralked
away to the end of the corral. He
wanted to be alone, to think, to decide
definitely upon what he ought to do.
Hawley, according to the schedule
just read, must have left Larned alone
early the day before; this night he
would be camped at the water-hole;
with daybreak he expected to resume
his lonely journey across the desert
to the Salt Fork. For years Keith had
lived a primitive life, and in some
ways his thought had' grown primi-
tive. His code of honor was that of
the border, tinged by that of the South
before the war. The antagonism exist-
ing between him and this gambler was
personal, private, deadly—not an af-
fair for any others—outsiders—to med-
dle with. He could wait here, and
permit Hawley to be made captive;
could watch him ride unsuspectingly
into the power of these armed men,
and then turn him over to the law to be
dealt with. The very thought nause-
ated him. That would be a coward’s
act, leaving a stain never to be eradi-
cated. No, he must meet this as
| His tone was full of good humor,
and his lips smiling, yet somehow she
felt her heart sink, an inexplicable
fear finding expression in her eyes.
“But—but why do you need to go?
Couldn't some of the others?”
“There is a reason which I will ex-
plain later,” he said, more gravely.
“Surely you can trust me, Hope, and
feel that I am only doing what it
seems absolutely necessary for me to
do?” He bent down and kissed her.
“It will be only for a few hours, and
no cause for worry. Good-bye now,
until we meet to-night at the water-
hole ”
The east was gray with coming day-
light as he rode splashing♦across the
stream and up the opposite bank. She
watched him, rubbing the blinding
mist from her eyes, until horse and
man became a mere dark speck, final-
ly fading away completely into the
dull plain of the desert.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
The Duel in the Desert.
Keith rode straight forward into the
sandy desolation, spurring his horse
into a swift trot. After one glance
backward as they clambered up the
steep bank, a glance which revealed
Hope’s slender form in the cabin door,
his eyes never tui^aed again that way.
He had a man’s stern work to do out
yonder, and his purpose could not be
swerved, his firmness of hand- and
keenness of eye affected, by any
thought of her. His lips compressed,
his fingers gripping the rein, he drove
all regretful memory from his mind,
until every nerve wuthin him throbbed
in unison with his present purpose.
He was right; he knew he was right.
It was not hate, not even revenge,
which had set him forth, leaving love
behind, but honor—the honor of the
South, and of fte frontier, of his an-
cestry and his training—honor that
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But there was nothing, absolutely
nothing—just that seemingly endless
stretch of sand, circled by the blazing
sky, the wind sweeping its surface
soundless and hot, as though from the
pits of hell; no stir, no motion, no
movement of anything animate o- in-
animate to break the awful monotony.
Death! it was death everywhere! his
aching eyes rested on nothing but
what was typical of death. Even the
heat waves seemed fantastic, gro-
tesque, assuming spectral forms.
With every step of advance the
brooding silence seemed more pro-
found, more deathlike. He got to
marking the sand ridges, the slight va-
riations giving play to the brain. Way
off to the left was the mirage of a
lake, apparently so real that he had
to battle with himself to keep from
turning aside. He dropped forward
in the saddle, his head hanging low,
so blinded by the incessant sun glare
he could no longer bear the glitter of
that horrible ocean of sand. It was
noon now—noon, and he had been rid-
ing steadily seven hours. The thought
brought his blurred eyes again to the
horizon. Where could he be, the man
he sought in the heart of this soli-
tude? Surely he should be here by
now, if he had left the wat«r-hole at
dawn. Could he have gone the longer
route, south to the Fork? The possi-
bility of such a thing seared through
him like a hot iron, driving the dull-
ness from his brain, the lethargy from
his limbs. God! no! Fate could never
play such a scurvy trick as that! The
man must have been delayed; had
failed to leave camp early—some-
where ahead, yonder where the blue
haze marked the union of sand and
sky, he was surely coming, riding half
dead, and drooping in the saddle.
Again Keith rose in his stirrups,
rubbing the mist out of his eyes that
he might see clearer, and stared
ahead. What was that away out yon-
der? a shadow? a spot dancing before
his tortured vision? or a moving, liv-
ing something which he actually saw?
He could not tell, he could not be
sure, yet he straightened up expect-
antly, shading his eyes, and never
losing sight of the object. It moved,
grew larger, darker, more real—yet
how It crawled, crawled, crawled t«v-
ward him. It seemed as If the vague,
shapeless thing would never taka
form, riever stand out revealed against
the sky so he could determine the
truth. He had forgotten all else—the
silent desert, the blazing sxa, thd
burning wind—all his soul concen-
trated on that speck yonder. Sudden-
ly it disappeared—a swale In the sand
probably—and, when it rose into view
again, he uttered a cry of joy—it was
a horse and rider!
Little by little they drew nearer
one another, two black specks in that
vast ocean of sand, the only moving*
living things under the brazen clrclA
of the sky. Keith was ready now, bi«
eyes bright, the cocked revolver
gripped hard in his hand. The spac#
between them narrowed, and Hawley
saw him, caught a glimpse of the face
under the broad hat brim, the burn-
ing eyes surveying him, WTith an oath
he stopped his horse, draggi&g at his
gun, surprised, dazed, yet instantly
understanding. Keith also halted, and
across the intervening desert the tyea
of the two men met in grim defitneo,
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
SOLACE <IN HIS MISFORTUNE
Entombed Miner Had at Least One
Pleasant Thought After Two
Days of Suffering.
Miners are among the most heroic
people in the world. Danger is always
beside them, and they are schooled to
believe that any time they will come
face to face with death. The result of
this^s that they are humorous in their
boldness.
In one of the mines of Pennsylvania
there was a cave-in which imprisoned
a miner named Jack Thornton. The
accident happened on Friday after-
noon, and the fellow- laborers of the
entombed man set to work at once to
dig him out. It was not until Sunday
morning, however, that they reached
his prison chamber, and by this time
they were wondering whether he had
been suffocated or starved to death.
One of them stuck his head through
the aperture made by the picks of
the rescuers and called out:
“Jack, are you all right?”
“All right,” came the reply, and then
after a pause: “What day is this?”
"Sunday!” exclaimed the friend.
“Gee!” exclaimed Jack, “I’m glad of
that. That was one Saturday night
when those saloonkeepers didn’t get
my wages.”—Popular Magazine.
TESTIMONY
OF FIVE WOMEN
Proves That Lydia EL Pink-
ham’s Vegetable Com-
pound Is Reliable.
Reedville, Ore.—“I can truly recom-
mend Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound to all women who are passing
through the Change of Life, as it made
me a well woman after
suffering three years/'
— Mrs. Mary Bogart,
Reedville, Oregon.
New Orleans, La. —
“When passing through
the Change of Life I was
troubled with hot flashes,
weak and dizzy spells and
backache. I was notfitfor
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The Eyes of the Two Met In Defiance.
became a man, and now, now before
Hope so much as dreamed of his pur-
pose—aye, and before he spoke an-
other word of love to Hope. He
wheeled about fully decided on his
course, his duty, and met Fairbaln
face to face.
“Jack,” the latter said earnestly,
“I read the note over your shoulder,
and of course I know what you mean
to do. A Southern gentleman could
not choose otherwise. But I’ve come
here to beg you to let me have the
chance.”
“You?” surprised and curious.
“What greater claim on that fellow’s
life have you than I ?” y >
The pudgy hands of the doctor
grasped the plainsman’s shoulders
“It’s for Christie,” he explained
brokenly. “She was the one he tried
to run away with. You—you know
how I feel.”
“Sure, I know,” shaking the other
off, yet not roughly. “But it happen-
ed to be Miss Waite he took, and so
this is my job, Fairbaln. Besides, I’ve
got another score to settle with him."
He wasted little time upon prepara-
tions—a few brief words of instruc-
tion to Brlstoe; a request to the doc-
tor not to leave Hope alone; the ex-
tracting of a promise from the two
"Bar X” men to return to Larned
with the prisoners. Then he roped
the best horse In the corral, saddled
and bridled him, and went into the
cabin. She had a light burning, and
met him at the door.
“1 thought you would never come,
but they told me you were unhurt.
“Not a scratch, little girl; we have
been a lucky bunch. But I have had
a great deal to look after. Now 1
shall be obliged to ride ahead as far
as the water-hole, and let you come
on with the others a little later, after
you get breakfast. You can spare me
a few hours, can't you?”
drove him now to meet Hawley face
to face, man to man, to settle the feud
between them for all time. And he
rode smiling, gladly, as to a tryst,
now that he was at last alone, free
in the desert.
The hours passed, the sun rising
higher in the blazing blue of the sky;
the horse, wearied by the constant
pull of the sand, had long since slowed
down to a walk; the last dim blur of
the cottonwoods along the Fork had
disappeared; and the rider swayed in
the saddle, the dead lifelessness of
sky and desert dulling his brain. Yet
he had not forgotten his errand—rous-
ing constantly from lethargy to sweep
his shaded eyes about the rounded
horizon, keenly marking the slightest
shadow across the sands, taking ad-
vantage of every drift to give him
wider viewpoint, rising in his stirrups
to scan the leagues of desolation
ahead. Twice he drew his revolver
from out Its sheath, tested It. and
slipped in a fresh cartridge, return-
ing the weapon more lightly to its
place, the flap of the 'holster turned
back and held open by bis leg. The
sun beat upon him like a ball of lire,
the hot sand flinging the blaze back
into his face. He pushed back the
upper part of his shirt and drank a
swallow of tepid water from h can-
teen strapped behind the saddle. His
eyes ached with the glare, until be
saw fantastic red and yellow shapes
dancing dizzily before him. The
weariness of the long night pressea
upon Ills eye-balls; he felt the strain
of the past hours, the lack of food,
the need of rest. His head nodded,
and lie brought himself lo life again
with a Jerk and a muttered word, star-
ing out into the dim, formless dis-
tance. I>ord, if there was only some-
thing moving; something he could
concentrate his attention upon; some-
thing to rest the straining eyes!
Heavy Luggage.
Every tramp squares and squares
with a heavy bag or suit case In your
hand—the weight apparently Increas-
ing every minute? It’s trying, nerve-
racking and decidedly uncomfortable,
isn’t It? People who have experienced
this will surely call down blessings
upon the head of the inventor of rat-
tan or straw bags and suit cases. They
have so little weight and the cost is
so slight that every girl or man who
goes away for short trips where a
6mall case is necessary and where the
luggage must be carried by hand
should invest in one of these sensible
luggage carriers
Eagle Nest In Western New York.
An eagle’s aerie, with five little
eaglets, is on the Davis farm in the
town of Somerset, Niagara county, on
the shores of Lake Ontario.
For many seasons past two Amer-
ican eagles have made their headquar-
ters at the Davis farm, but never un-
til this season did they nest, and so
far as known it Is the first time that
a nest has been built in Niagara coun-
ty. The eaglets are carefully guarded
by the old birds as well as by the
members of the Davis family. Hunt-
ers are forbidden by law to shoot the
birds.—Rochester Post Express.
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Janitor—Stop playing that trom-
bone; the man in the next room says
he can’t read.
Dinkheimer—Ach, vot ignorance-
ness! I could read ven I vas fife
years oldt!
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Do its Duty
Nine times in ten when the liver is
right the stomach and bowels are right. ’
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head, face, groins and chest, his head
being ^nost affected, became a mass
of sores with a great deal of corrup-
tion. It became offensive and gradual-
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him to keep him from scratching, it
seemed to itch so badly. *It made him
cross and his chest and groins would
often bleed.
“Nothing seemed to help it, and I
had almost come to the conclusion
that my baby’s case was hopeless,
when hearing of the Cuticura Soap and
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I noticed at once that baby rested bet-
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Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Rook. Address
post-card “Cuticura, Dept. D, Boston.”
Living Up to Its Name.
“How do peoplle seem to like your
new song, ‘The Aeroplane’?”
“Just carried away by it.” V
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do its duty.
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digestion,
Sick
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.The man who sticks closer than a
brother, is sometimes a second cousin.
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made from pure and wholesome herbs.
The Worrier.
• Knicker—Does Jack worry?
Bocker—Yes; he wants to pasteur,
ize spilt milk.—Judge.
Practical Version.
Mrs. Knicker—Laugh and the world
laughs with you.
Mrs. Bocker—Weep and you get a
present.
His View.
Hewitt—This place is 1,000 feet
above the sea level.
Jewett—But the sea isn’t on
level; it always makes me sick.
the
Seemed Like More.
The Professor—In 140 wasps’ nests
there are an average of 25,000 insects.
The Student—Why, professor, I dis-
turbed just one nest one day, and I’ll
bet there were more than 25,000 in
that one!
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Painting With a Sponge.
An artist whose work in water colot
is described In the Studio says that
because the sable brushes are too
small, she uses for certain sweeping
effects of light and shade on the
dresses, for example, a sponge. This
artist is described as using water col-
ors, not within the narrow limitations
usually prescribed, but qs an indi-
vidual means of expression. Sh«
sometimes joins three pieces ef the
water color board together to make
the pictures she likes to produce Id
this medium.
True to His Trust.
“Father,” asked the beautiful girl,
“did you bring home that material
for my new skirt?”
“Yes.”
“Where is It?”
“Let me see. Wait now. Don’t be
Impatient! I didn’t forget it: I’m
sure I’ve got it in one of my pockets,
somewhere.”
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Getting Rjd of It.
Tyres—I tell you the man who
takes care of his' ow-n motor car has
a good deal on his hands.
Byres—Well, soap is cheap.
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Its Advantage®.
“I think the pillory ought to be re-
vived as punishment for this frenzied
financing.”
“Why so?”
“Because it provided a fitting penal-
ty in stocks and bonds.”
The Heirloom.
A P'ittsburg drummer in a small
town dropped into a place to get a bite
to eat. The place looked familiar, but
he didn’t know the proprietor.
“Been running this place long?” In-
quired the drummer.
“No; I just inherited it from my fa-
ther.”
“Ah. yes. I knew him. I recognizs
this old cheese sandwich on the coun-
ter.”
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No Time Wasted.
Olaf Lirson, working in a milliner?
warehouse, backed into an elevator
shaft and fell down five stories with a
load of boxes. Horror-stricken, the
other employes rushed down the
stairs, only to finu him picking him-
self unharmed out. of the rubbish.
“Ess de boss mad?” he whispered
cautiously. ”Tal’ em Ay had to corns
down inr nails anyway.”—Success
Magazine.
Shlpwreote Safer.
It is getting so that it is safer mt
be shipwrecked on the ocejm than it
is to be a passenger in a skidding »»
tomobile.—Syracuse liauaid. v- »
’Twas a Pretty Thing.
The young man produced a small,
square box from his pocket.
“I have a present for you,” he began.
VI don’t know whether it will fit your
linger or not, but—”
“Oh, George!” she broke in, “this is
so sudden! Why, I never dreamed—”
But just then George produced the
gift—a silver thimble—and it got sud-
denly cooler In the room.—Ladies’
1 lome Journal.
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Good Balt.
Aunt Sarah, cook in a Richmond
family, took home a dish of macaroni
from her mistress’ table for the edi-
fication of her own family. When her
children had been assured that It
was good they proceeded to eat with,
great gusto. The next morning Aunt
Sarah discovered two of her off- f
spring in the yard turning over stones
and soil and scratching vigorously In
the earth.
“Heah, yo’ chillun!” Called out Aunt
Sarah, “what yo’ all doin’?”
“Wes a-huntin’,” was the reply, “fo*
some mo’ of dera macaroni worms.”
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“He bit the hand that fed him” said Teddy of Big Bill,
And didn t tell us if the bite had made the biter ill.
Now had Toasties been the subject of Bill s voracious bite
ble d have come back for another with a keener appetite.
Written bv WILLIAM T. HINCK9,
2v7 State St., Kfidgoport, Conn.
Otie of the 50 .Tingles for whleh the Postura Co.,
Battle Creek, Mich., paid 81000.00 in May.
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Morton, George M. The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, July 19, 1912, newspaper, July 19, 1912; Cumby, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth770230/m1/3/?q=denton+history: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hopkins County Genealogical Society.